I went inside, and there she was, looking all glam in a blue salwar with open hair. I was staring at her for a minute or so.“Hello there, pretty lad....”“Shut up and don’t start flirting again,” she smiled.“I want a hug so bad, please.”“No way my makeup will get destroyed as I know how closely you hug,” she laughed.I made a sad face. She hit me on my head jokingly. We started towards the function having a good laugh about other persons whom we didn’t even know.Fast forward to dinner. Drinks were. . She buffeted her hot young cunt up into Handsome's snout hungrily, tears of frustration running down her passion-inflamed cheeks. Oh God, she thought, hopelessly enslaved as they had said she would be, I am their slave. They can do what they want with me. I don't care! I love it, love it! It's like dying. Oh Christ!Ellen's sex-drugged body was writhing out of control, her eyes glazed and smoky with lust. The thirteen year old was beyond objecting to anything at all now. She wanted her belly. They stay in that age bracket, reliving their glory days all of there lives and never really growing up.Ron, like most star athletes, no matter what level they achieve their stardom at, was a womanizer all through high school and still thinks of himself as gods gift to women. In high school ee would get a pretty nice girl to go with him and then treat her like shit until the girl wised up and moved on. That's another trait they carry through life, they think themselves as being a hero and. He caught the arm against his body on her second hit. “Hey! wait a minute! Why are you hitting me?” Then noticing that she was crying he asked, “Why are you crying? Is everything all right? What’s wrong?”“No, everything is not all right! I’m just the best damn sales assistant in the whole damn city. I so damned good, that I just lost my fucking job.” She started crying in full force now. She leaned up against him. Since he already had one of her.